warm, fluffy, soft fur, and a cup of hot cocoa. now this was heaven.

you were seated on von lycaon's lap, your back against his broad torso. you leaned into his warmth, savoring the feel of his pelt against your head. it was even better than a pillow—not only was the fur itself comfy, but his body heat, too. he felt like a huge stuffed toy, but living, and toasty.

in your hands sat a red mug, one of those stereotypical cups you'd see in any classic christmas movie. it was filled with rich, velvety hot chocolate, topped with marshmallows and a cute mini candy cane spoon. you took periodic sips, raising the ceramic to your mouth as you indulged in the smooth, decadent cocoa.

a fireplace was lit in front of the sofa that the two of you sat on, crackling and popping with mirth. it was the coziest you'd ever been, what with lycaon's fur, your hot chocolate, and the warm flames. the scene was even a little adorable, with the thiren's strong arms wrapped around your frame as you basked in the festive atmosphere.

"would you like more cocoa?" you heard his deep voice prod, his muzzle tucked neatly against your neck, his nose rubbing up to your chin. you glanced down at your mug, and, sure enough, it was starting to empty out. but you didn't want to get up and lose his fluffy warmth, even for a moment...